Touchstone (Alexander Lavelle Harris)
PL 10 (150 pp)

Abilities: Str 17/25, Dex 14, Con 18/36, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 12 [29 pp]

Attack: Melee +5 Ranged +5 [10 pp]
Defense: +5 [10 pp]
Initiative: +2
Damage: +3/+7 in hand to hand
Saves: Toughness +13 (Impervious 9), Fort +13, Ref +2, Will +6 [3 pp]

Skills: Acrobatics 0 (+2), Bluff 2 (+3), Climb 0 (+3/+7), Computers 1 (+2), Concentration 0 (+3), Craft (structural) 2 (+3), Craft (mechanical) 2 (+3), Diplomacy 4 (+5), Disguise 0 (+1), Drive 2 (+4), Escape Artist 0 (+2), Gather Information 4 (+5), Handle Animal 0 (+1), Intimidate 4 (+5), Investigate 2 (+3), Knowledge (popular culture) 4 (+5), Knowledge (streetwise) 4 (+5), Knowledge (current events) 1 (+2), Knowledge (tactics) 2 (+3), Language (English, native), Medicine 1 (+2), Notice 4 (+7), Profession (landscaper) 2 (+5), Profession (carpenter) 2 (+5), Profession (mechanic) 2 (+5), Search 2 (+3), Sense Motive 4 (+7), Sleight of Hand 2 (+4), Stealth 4 (+6), Survival 1 (+4), Swim 2 (+4)
[15 pp, 60 ranks in skills]

Feats: Interpose, Set-Up, Luck 5, Dedication (team-mates), Improved Flank, Power Attack, All-Out Attack, Attack Specialization 1 (hand to hand), Fearless, Diehard
[14 pp]

Powers: Enhanced Con 18, Enhanced Str 8, Super-Strength 2 (Heavy Load 1.5 tons), Boost 5 (all Mystical Powers at once, Extra: Ranged, Flaw: Others Only, Power Feat: Alternate Power – Healing 5 (Extra: Standard Action)), Impervious 9 (added to his Toughness save bonus from his Enhanced Con), Concealment 10 (all senses (people see him, but for some reason inexplicably discount him as a combatant or viable target, until he enters the fray…), Flaw: Passive), Regeneration 4 (Recovery Rate 3 (Injured 1 (/20 minutes), Staggered 1 (/20 minutes), Disabled 1 (/5 hours), Bruised 1 (/round))
[69 pp]

Alexander Lavelle Harris learned at a young age to fight for the things that mattered. It was in third grade that he got in a vicious fight with another kid in school (over a girl who ended up mocking them both), leading to them both getting suspended, and then, ironically, spending next few days running around the town together, getting in trouble, thick as thieves. A week later, back in school, he saw someone else shoving Jesse around, and he barreled into the larger boy from behind, and ended up getting suspended yet again.

From that point on, the two were inseparable, and the various cliques in school quickly learned that if you messed with one of these scrawny losers, you could expect a surprise attack from the other sooner or later. Years flew by, and their reputation as trouble-makers faded from the minds of their teachers, since their fellow students knew better. Growing bodies and vicious imaginations had only made them more dangerous than ever, but the teachers knew them only as consummate slackers, writing them off in advance as future stoners.

For some reason, unknown to all parties concerned, the sight of a slight Jewish girl being pushed around by some jocks crossed a line in Xander’s mind, and for the first time in years, he dove into a fight, kicking and clawing and cussing. Of course he got hit. Of course Jesse was right there punching back, seconds later. If not for the vice-principal showing up to see them on the ground being kicked, and another football player punching the girl in the face, they probably would have gotten yet another week off, but instead, the jocks got suspended, and they got a new friend out of the deal.

Freshman year, it all went south. Jesse didn’t come to school one day, and his parents showed up at the PTA meeting that night asking Xander if he’d seen their son. All hell broke loose, complete with demons and fire, and Xander’s last living memory of that night is a monster with Jesse’s face lifting him off the ground and shaking him like a rag-doll. He’d hit Willow in the chest so hard that Xander had heard something break inside of her, she was lying on the porcelain floor, twitching as blood came from her mouth. Jesse laughed and told him he’d always been stupid, that maybe he should ‘learn something’ and then thrown him into the library stacks so hard that all of the shelves ended up toppling over and landing on him, crushing him under their weight.

The blackness was replaced by light, and he rose in a place that smelled like cut grass. He could see the others, each standing immobile, locked in some private conversations of their own, but unaware of him. He could feel them, he could feel everything, all connected, and the knowledge welled up within him, that he would be ‘the heart’ that sits at the center of them all and keeps them centered. He would be chained to the earth, and have strength sufficient to face the new challenges of this world assailed by darkness. His strength would not be his own, it would be the strength of all of them, and like the solid ground, his role is to support the weight of others, which he has learned to do with talents for healing and amplifying the mystical powers of his allies, allowing him to serve as the bedrock, the foundation of the team, in more ways that one.


[Hey, if the Scoobies are the Elementals, does that make Oz Ratman? Is that iron golem assassin chick Glory? Is Saker the Mayor? How does the Angel/Angelus lover's betrayal compare to Shapeshifter's little game? Ah, to have finally written this dog out and never have to think about such madness again...]